And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,
The surface glittered out of heart of light,
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.
—T.S. Eliot, from Burnt Norton
In actual fact this post has little to do with either Swan or Swann. It’s only that we had a lovely walk at Innisfree Garden, and, while I’m offline, it seemed only fair to share a bit of it with you. My intention had been to accompany the photographs with Sibelius’s oh so magnificent Fifth Symphony, but, as happens more often than not, that thought has been (at least partially) derailed.
Here are some photographs of Innisfree Garden in its full summer glory.
And herewith, some musical/comedic accompaniment:
. . . which reminded me of this, from Beyond the Fringe:
And from my side of the Atlantic, I give you this:
For an absolutely delightful post about the garden in July, go to Friko’s World. For more about Sibelius and swans, see David Nice’s lovely posts here and here. For the post that inspired me to search in the Four Quartets for a quotation, click here, with thanks to Steven Schwartzman at Portraits of Wildflowers for pointing it out and to shoreacres at The Task at Hand for constant inspiration to go back to the Four Quartets, this time properly. Ah, poor Swann’s Way. I’ll get to it yet, I swear.
Enjoy the rest of your summer (or winter, for those of you down under). I look forward to reconnecting with all of you in September, if not before.